C1439 Illusion Thorn

"General, what's that flag?"

Hearing this, the guards could not help but ask. Even when the cavalry attacked, their general was very calm, composed, and wise. He had never lost his composure like he did now.

Gritting his teeth, the commander replied word by word, "Bangkok Tribe, Illusory Thorn Troop!"

"That's impossible!"

For a moment, cries of alarm rang out. For the soldiers of Xuanke